Chapter 22
SHREVEPORT, LOUISIANA (Sunday, Dec. 9, 2012) — Mac, Troy, and four roustabouts carried Danny’s casket through the cemetery to the burial plot. They set the casket, covered with an American flag, on the platform at the grave, and stepped back, standing at the graveside at parade rest, shoulders square, eyes straight ahead, hands clasped behind them. A color guard from the nearby base stood at attention as well.
There had been a memorial service at the Baptist chapel, but Mac figured the graveside services would be no briefer. The Baptist minister had known Danny all his life. It seemed as if he was going to detail every moment of it. Well, there might be a few moments Danny hadn’t told the preacher, Mac thought irreverently, careful not to let anything show on his face.
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